The sword is like a spiritual stream, gurgling and flowing, but the mountain, not through the sea, winding and circling, tricky like a snake. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Ruoxi's attack, specifically attacking the tricky place, the lower yin, the neck, the eyes, or the hole behind the body, every time the sword fell, it made the black-clothed people tremble, and they were careful that their livers were not beating.

If you accidentally hit a move, your wisdom will be ruined, and you will not be able to protect the night, and you will hide carefully, for fear that you will miss it, or be careless, the Jin Changhua sisters also joined the battle, the purpose is very simple, to solve the battle as soon as possible.

Because at the same time as they were fighting, several other directions began to fight, and the air was filled with that dangerous aura, and it was not difficult to see that they were under great pressure.

The three of them joined forces, and the man in black was even more bitter, retreating step by step, these women are not fuel-efficient lamps, and the people in black have the heart to scold their mothers, why should they be discovered.

The blade is sharp, the long sword is tricky, it is not a good thing to be cut by anyone, they retreat step by step, these women are pressing step by step, it seems that they do not surrender, they are not willing to stop.

The only consolation for him was that there was also a person who followed the rules of the battle and did not join the fight, otherwise, he would be in an even worse situation.

Chen Yifan looked at this man in black, his movements were agile, and under the siege of the three people, he was at ease, and his strength was not simple.

But he was too careless, if Ling Ruoxi was so easy to deal with, he would not be the master of the White Gate, no, Chen Yifan had just finished laughing, Ling Ruoxi was no longer clumsy, and took the opportunity to come behind him, the sword picked his shoulder, and the man in black confidently turned sideways, dodging the blow, and preparing to attack with a backhand.

Ling Ruoxi smiled at the corner of his mouth, his fingers moved, and the Lingxi Sword was like a poisonous snake, wrapping around his arm, and gently biting down, red blood stained the sword body.

The man in black secretly said that it was not good, so he quickly left the three of them and landed three meters away, there was already an extra scar on his shoulder, and the blood kept flowing, careless, too careless.

The woman's sword was so weird that it could turn.

The soft sword, Ling Ruoxi's sword, is different from ordinary swords, it is a soft sword.

People who don't know her sword will suffer a big loss, Chen Yifan also knew from the mouths of the two women, but he didn't expect that the man in black would give him a vivid lesson today.

"What a sinister woman." The man in black gritted his teeth, carelessly, he didn't expect that he would be injured so quickly.

"Hmph, the three of us in this seat will attack you alone, if you are still asked to leave, how will you mix in the future?" Ling Ruoxi shook the sword in his hand, and blood splattered to the ground.

The man in black glanced back at the Hidden Scripture Pavilion behind him, hugged his arms, and said with a smile: "Although I am injured, but my task has been completed, you still obediently watch the Great Returning Pill being taken away, right?" ”

"Haha, night peacock, I think it's the wild *** who will take the next step today, and we will see each other again in the near future, I hope that when the time comes, you can still be so arrogant."

As he spoke, the man in black turned over and jumped into the darkness, and Ling Ruoxi and the others frowned coldly and chased after him.

Chen Yifan looked at these impulsive people, everyone left, and chased and killed the past, poor Kou Mo chased, poor Kou Mo chased, you have been telling me not to fall in love before, but as a result, I still ran to chase others, no matter what serious things were?

In desperation, Chen Yifan began to walk in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and before he got close, there was a burst of fierce fighting sound in the distance, which was magnificent, he tiptoed closer, and many corpses fell on the ground.

Most of them were unconscious, and a few people died, all of them were killed with one sword, the swordsmanship was neat, and there was no need to make up for the second sword, as Chen Yifan approached, the tragic situation over there came into his eyes, and he couldn't help frowning.

What a fast sword, such a ruthless heart, such a ruthless person.

To kill, there is always only one sword, and the second sword will not be lost.

There were more than a dozen monks lying on the ground, and everyone had a different reaction on their faces, either surprised, disbelieving, or desperate.

Chen Yifan passed through them and came to the place where the battle was located, on the wide ground in front of him, there were several bodies, blood was constantly spurting wildly, and he couldn't hold on for long, looking up.

Several people surrounded one person to fight, that person, holding a sword, standing proudly surrounded by everyone, holding a silver sword, dressed in white, with light steps under his feet, like an elf dancing under the night sky.

The sword flickered, and a person flew out and fell heavily to the ground, this person, Chen Yifan knew, he was not Wei Qing, the master of the Qingmen Gate who was on the edge of the day that day, so miserable.

There are still two people in front of them who are struggling to support, fighting the man in the middle, holding a sword arrogantly, without saying a word, holding a box in his hand, and the things on it, Chen Yifan doesn't need to think about it to know what it is.

Da Huandan, the Great Huan Dan of Jinma Temple.

"Peacock Gate, aren't you afraid of death?"

He spoke, the sword body flashed with silver light, his eyes were cold, and he faced the two men in front of him, one of them was holding a spear, his body was covered with blood, his face was solemn, but he did not show a trace of pain, this person was Lei Kun, the master of the Yellow Gate.

The other person, burly, dark-skinned, over thirty years old, the most obvious is his bearded face, eyebrows, thick black as ink, holding an eight-section whip in his hand, this person Zhang Ding, the master of the Red Gate.

The two of them were one left and one right, connected to Wei Qing, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and the Peacock Gate came to four gates, namely the Yellow Gate, the Red Gate, the Green Gate, and the White Gate, and the most mysterious Black Gate did not come.

Chen Yifan glanced around, but didn't see anyone hiding, not far from the place where they fought, two women were fighting, an old woman chased and killed a woman, the battle was quite fierce, and they didn't know whether they won or lost.

The old woman Chen Yifan knew, it was the old woman beside Situ Mu, she also saw Chen Yifan coming, her face was ruthless, she gave up the woman opposite, and fell directly in front of Chen Yifan.

The palm was pushed forward, and the killing intent was revealed, if this palm was hit, Chen Yifan would be useless if he didn't die, this old woman's heart could not be described as ruthless.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, since you did it yourself, then don't blame the master for being polite." Chen Yifan was worried that he didn't know how to do it to her, and he sent it to the door himself, so he was not welcome.

"Buzz."

The decapitator behind her back was pulled out and blocked in front of her, the old woman saw that her blow was blocked, and she panicked, she couldn't imagine that the person in front of her was so strong.

The body rolled and fell behind Chen Yifan, the internal force of his palm moved, tearing his clothes, and fell directly behind Chen Yifan.

"Hmph, I still want to come, I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Chen Yifan's face was frosty, this woman really doesn't know whether she lives or dies, there is one and there are two, does she really think that she is a bully.

The decapitator was behind him, this action, Chen Yifan repeated countless times, has become a part of his body's memory, no need to think, the knife is behind his back, and the palm print is on it.

On the heavy decapitator, there was a buzzing sound, Chen Yifan drew the knife, the blade tore through the air, and pushed her away, and then, Chen Yifan turned around, picked up the decapitator, and rushed over.

The decapitator was held in his right hand, and his momentum exploded, and he suddenly turned into a fierce tiger, eyeing it fiercely.

"Bang."

"Bang."

After two knives in a row, the old woman's face turned pale and retreated, looking at the figure that Chen Yifan was chasing and killing, she retreated again and again, this person is so terrifying.

"I didn't move you, you still dare to scream, I really think I don't dare to kill you, today, Young Master Ben will let you see, Young Master Ben kills people, and the six relatives don't recognize it." Chen Yifan wielded the beheading knife, and the tiger was vigorous.

The old woman resisted a few moves, was shocked back by the internal force from the beheading knife, her body trembled, her steps were unsteady, she staggered, and fell to the ground, she had not rested, Chen Yifan's beheading knife arrived in front of her.

"Not good."

Turning around, rolling, the ground shattered, she looked at the ground with a pale face, cut in two, such a strong brute force, the old woman looked at Chen Yifan's face full of murderous intent, full of fear.

This person is much stronger than himself, and if he stays here, he will probably die here.

"No, I can't die here."

The old woman stood up tremblingly and looked at Chen Yifan in a complicated manner, this person, whose strength was beyond her estimate, thought that with a few moves, he could solve his life, and then leave this place of right and wrong.

I never thought that this person was so terrifying, and the only person here who could resist him was that person.

In the center of the battle, the man in white was holding a silver sword, his pace was slow, without the slightest panic, as if the person in front of him could not pose a danger to him.

His sword is beautiful.

His posture is mysterious and gorgeous.

His eyes were cold and merciless.

His sword was raised, his body shook, like a breeze, swept across the lake, causing waves, but it could not cause danger, making people vigilant and relaxed, and when the sword light showed its fierce teeth, it was already the time of death.

Zhang Ding's eight-section whip was drawn back, blocking in front of the sword, a crisp sound sounded, and his body flew out, hitting the wall, and the wall collapsed, making a roar.

Wei Qing looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, unwilling to do so, his body slowly fell, and he spurted out blood in a big gulp.

And Lei Kun's spear pierced through the sword qi and stabbed at the terrifying person, the tip of the sword pressed against the spear, the man tilted his head slightly, his fingers increased his strength, the spear trembled, and a terrifying force came, Lei Kun did not react, his body flew out, the spear fell to the ground, and there was a "bang" sound.

The needle drop can be heard, and the three of them are all defeated, and the man in front of him, without any injuries, is still so white and so leisurely.

On the other hand, on Chen Yifan's side, the battle came to an end, the decapitator violently tore through the old woman's defense, cut off her arm, and the blood red stained the decapitator, Chen Yifan's face showed a smile.

"Master Ben doesn't want to kill you, but why are you forcing me."

The decapitator fell, and from her frightened eyes, cut off her head, one by one, in two, cleanly, without the slightest drag of mud and water.

Accepting the beheading knife, Chen Yifan looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head, dead man, he wouldn't explain it to her.

Chen Yifan will not let go of anyone who shows murderous intent to himself, even if this person is his friend's subordinate, he will kill him.